Had a very weird 24 hrs. Started yesterday at BF support group. A new mum turned up and discovered she's a teacher at my old sec. school. Not only that but she's best mates with my old french teacher. It just got me thinking (always rather dangerous!!) about who I used to be and have 'I' got lost in the past 5 glorious years of nappies and pureed food and vomit and potty training and washing? (I think it breeds!) The answer was yes, what has happened to the dreams and aspirations of the 18yr old that left school? Some were fulfilled, others have not been. But I woke up this morning with the wonderful realisation that 'I' have not been lost at all, because this is me now. Amongst the nappies and highchairs and little shoes and mountains of washing I am surviving, and thriving in this mess.
I just felt I should share this new found awareness, only taken 5 years!! We mustn't mourn who we once were,(as I think all mummies do from time to time) but celebrate who we are now, amongst the choas, because our lives are so much richer for having these darling children. xxx